Ten earthling minutes went by. She kept taunting God (peace be upon him), saying, “Here I am, GAWD, if that is your real name. I’m still waiting. Is my strong, powerful, and financially independent vagina too much for your patriarchy? You stupid man!”
She got down to the last couple of minutes and a brave, patriotic, pro-life marine just returned from the War of Independence and honorably discharged and newly registered in every class backflipped up to the professor, hit her full force in the face with a spinning flying drop kick (with metal as fuck jet-boots on), and sent her flying from her platform through two panes of glass, two twin towers, a pile of cans, a young mother pushing a baby carriage, a nun and a pile of boxes. The professor struggled up, obviously shaken, with three broken legs, two broken arms, a broken jaw, a broken skull, 12 broken ribs, internal bleeding and a missing spine. She bitched, “What’s the matter with you? Why did you do that? Are you afraid of a strong beautiful negro womyn? You stupid Christian, I only worship my vagina!”
That marine replied, “GOD (peace be upon him) was busy watching over MY buddies engaged in combat in the coke wars (Never forget). So… he… sent… ME!”
The professor cried a single tear and said “I was wrong to want equal rights for homosexuals, women and minorities. Barry Hussain Osama is a Muslim socialist atheist and he hates America. I am now pro-life, pro-guns, and pro-capital punishment”. The professor then burnt her copy of Origin of the Species, shaved her legs, put her bra back on, and started to make the marine a sandwich. “If Trayvon Martin didn’t want to die he should not have been wearing a hoodie!”
“Welcome to the Republican Party” Said the Marine.
The students applauded and all registered with the Republican party that day and accepted Jesus as their lord and savior. An eagle named “Small Government” flew into the room and perched atop the American Flag (where it shed a single tear).
That professor was Richard Elizabeth Dawkins. That college class was The Beatles. That young mother was Sarah Palin. That nun was Michele Bachmann. That eagle was Ron Paul. That marine’s name? Albert Einstein.
Just listen for for two-and-a-half minutes to the most enthusiastic defiance turn to screams of terror. Won't have those defiant chants! The students of Aleppo University have joined the revolution and may have turned Aleppo into a protest area, with the largest protests in their history at 15,000. If true, and if sustained, this is a critical turning-point in the revolution.
Some students tried to talk to the UN observers, to communicate their angst and anger and grievances, but it was futile. There was little opportunity for exchanging any useful information. The UN cars soon drifted on a sea of students, moving in waves towards the main University Square. The de facto protest grew in numbers and decibels, even though in most faculties it was exam time. Hafez Al Assad’s mosaic wall portrait— his mug that had been sneering down on us for years — was attacked and deformed beyond recognition. With their fearless actions, the students wiped the slate clean for all the earlier generations, including mine, who stood idly by, knowing the score but doing nothing, saying nothing. Today, all evidence and traces of the regime were cleansed from Sahet Al Jame’a (University Square), and were replaced by defiant revolution flags and chants demanding change.
And the armed resistence:
"Large shipments have got through," another opposition figure said. "Some areas are loaded with weapons."
The effect of the new arms appeared evident in Monday’s clash between opposition and government forces over control of the rebel-held city of Rastan, near Homs. The Britain-based Syrian Observatory for Human Rights said rebel forces who overran a government base had killed 23 Syrian soldiers.
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That's the face of a guy who married twins and their cousin.
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/art
So the opposition groups have decided on a plan: as soon as tomorrow, a specific day will be chosen for all people to show support for the revolution.
If you go to youtube, you can turn on the closed captions, basically he says "hey, soldiers for the government. Zero Hour is almost here. You will be welcome as defectors on that day. Make a choice!"
The plan involves everyone. It is a nation-wide revolutionary flash mob.
- Syrian activists moved by this month’s increased violence and frustrated by international inaction put forth a call to action Monday in the form of Zero Hour, an agreement among the people of Syria to take to the streets at an undisclosed date and time in one cohesive, collective thrust against Syrian president Bashar al-Assad’s regime.
An undisclosed opposition group opened dialogue with anti-Assad organizations across Syria and abroad in recent weeks, from the Local Coordination Committees of Syria to the Free Syrian Army, garnering support and raising awareness for Zero Hour.
it's way past time to finish this.
It seems this idea has emerged overnight, and has taken on a sense of self-fulfilling prophecy, collective mind, etc. One thing's clear: this shit has to end. So why not attack in one huge mob?
close with some terrified victims.
one wishes it was a ride at the fair.
